Seating on the seat of a minibus taxi. Uncomfortable
Unwelcoming. One anticipates the arrival of their destination.
Constantly shifting and moving just to endure the pain of the almost dejected seat.
Sharp wires leaving holes and scars..but one continues to endure.
The possibility of the lack of driving skills and competence in the driver stand high pitched
Is their assurance of life..certainly not but one goes ahead nevertheless.
Customer service is fading as the destination draws near.
Cold air and rain creep in through the cavity of the minibus.
Perseverance grows and the longing for the destination grows stronger and deeper.
In an uncomfortable place, self strengthen grows. For some fear increases.
Strange danger pointing sound, trouble is expected. Life is feared for.
Bumps humps on the road..yellow lines turn green as the accelerator is pressed harder and the
horn is the mode of communication.
Perspiration drips and back hairs lift as oncoming traffic faces ahead.
A risk is an oxygen and so what attitudes are life...speed is blood.
And A passenger A babe
Quick and fast the encounter fades
Until buttons are kissing the rugged leather seats
Sweaty hands grab hold of comfort chair handles
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